Jiang Chen sneered and lifted the female corpse.
The female corpse struggled violently in his grip, her black hair winding madly around his arm, trying to cut into the gaps between his scales.
But the black hair dissolved on contact with the baleful aura covering his body, unable to do any harm at all.
Jiang Chen casually tossed her into his mouth.
He began to chew.
Crunch.
Crunch.
The sound of bones breaking came from his mouth, setting everyone's teeth on edge.
He chewed very carefully, as though savoring some delicacy.
Black blood spilled from the corners of his mouth and dripped down his chin, forming beads of black blood in the void.
In moments, his mouth was smeared with blood.
The sight, the sound, the atmosphere...
Everyone in the Core Control Room stared, dumbfounded.
The remaining coffins nearby, the Eerie that had not yet managed to flee far, the coffins of every description floating in the void...
At that moment, they all fell as silent as the dead.
No, they were already dead.
But now, they could not have been any deader.
The Eerie inside the coffins kept utterly silent, secretly watching through the cracks between the coffin boards.
Watching...
As their own ancestor was dragged out by Jiang Chen and chewed up alive.
Not one dared make a sound.
Not one dared move.
Not one even dared breathe heavily...
Though they might not have needed to breathe at all.
Then, one after another...
The coffins began to flee.
They all turned around, all accelerated, all fled madly toward the deepest reaches of the Eerie World.
They did not dare utter a single word.
They ran faster than they had come.
They fled more nimbly than rabbits.
And in their minds, one question echoed endlessly, screamed endlessly, repeated endlessly